"I wonder how many years Daoist fellow Qianmiao has been cultivating here with my ancestor?"

Qian Miao said: "Two hundred years have passed since I advanced to the eighth level!"

Wang Shuo nodded: "It takes two hundred years to advance from the eighth level to the tenth level. The cultivation speed is very fast! Use whatever moves you have learned!"

Qian Miao frowned, golden light flashed in his eyes, and a Buddha statue and a Baolun portrait appeared behind him. Then these two portraits were divided into two, two into four, and four into eight, and the number increased infinitely, eventually forming a new

Space isolates Wang Shuo and Qian Miao from other people.

Wang Shuo looked at the portraits around him. He was clearly standing on the ground, but to his eyes he was standing in mid-air, and the same was true for Qian Miao not far away.

In such an environment, the soul can't help but be suppressed. Even if there is a powerful soul, it will still be confused by his illusion.

Wang Shuo smiled slightly and looked around with his Nine Spirit Eyes. He and Qian Miao were still facing each other on the ground: "Low-level illusions are useless to me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Shuo walked slowly towards Qian Miao. Qian Miao smiled slightly, took a step forward, and immediately transformed into countless people, forming a huge square array to surround Wang Shuo like heavenly soldiers and generals, with a huge momentum.

But in Wang Shuo's eyes, Qian Miao just took a step forward, nothing more.

Qian Miao made a secret with both hands and pushed forward, a huge Buddha palm came towards Wang Shuo. At the same time, the clones also fired countless Buddha palms, overwhelming the sky and covering the ground with no attack.

However, Wang Shuo's figure blurred and disappeared. The next moment, he appeared in front of Qian Miao: "The Buddhist illusion is not bad, but it's a pity that he met me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Buddha's hand that Qian Miao punched was cut into pieces by countless silk threads. As for the Buddha's hand transformed by illusion, it naturally dissipated.

Qian Miao's expression changed: "My mandala is of no use to you?"

"Mandala?" Wang Shuo touched his chin: "Isn't that just an ordinary illusion? I don't see anything special about it!"

Qian Miao hurriedly retreated and made a hand seal again. The illusions around her disappeared, but in their place eighteen statues emerged from the ground, holding sticks in various shapes.

"Since illusion is useless, why not try my Eighteen Arhat Formation!" Qian Miao said.

Wang Shuo's eyes turned blood red: "Okay!"

As soon as he finished speaking, countless small black shadows flashed through the air, and then turned into countless black threads, passing through the body of the Eighteen Arhats.

Wang Shuo raised his hand and held it with his five fingers. Silk threads in the air immediately appeared, and each one turned into the thickness of a finger under the black light. Those Eighteen Arhats who had not had time to take action were immediately cut into pieces and turned into sand and dissipated.

.

"This?" Not only Qian Miao, but also Qian Qian were a little shocked. Mandala Realm and Eighteen Arhats were Qian Miao's main spells. He had almost no opponent against the tenth-level monsters. He didn't expect Wang Shuo to crack it with just a magic weapon.

Already.

"Brother is the best!" Xin'er said. Others also said happily: "We won!"

Wang Shuo asked Qian Miao, "Fellow Taoist Qian Miao, are you still fighting?"

Qian Miao clasped her hands together, said Amitabha, shook her head and said, "The spells taught by fellow Taoist Wang are no match for me!"

Wang Shuo cupped his hands, his eyes returned to normal, and after taking back his flying needle magic weapon, he said: "The magic weapon I have is more powerful. I won by luck. I accept it!"

A trace of strangeness flashed in Qian Qian's eyes, but it was quickly hidden, and then he said: "Wang Xiaoyou and several friends are all highly capable people. We are convinced that we lost! We are all tired after fighting for a day, let's go and rest.

!Qianxu, send some of you to rest!"

"Oh oh oh!" Qianxu stood up quickly and smiled at the people: "Guys, let me go!"

Wang Shuo and a few others followed Qianxu and left, not forgetting to salute Qianxu when they left.

On the road, after Qianxu left for a thousand years, he couldn't help but tell Wang Shuo and others: "Oh, you guys are so talented. Originally, our cultivation level was far higher than yours. It's unfair, and there will be no honor if we win. But I didn't expect it.

I’m really ashamed to lose to a few of them!”

Wang Shuo smiled and said nothing, but Lan Yusheng said: "That's not the case. We have experienced a lot of hardships along the way. Unlike you who sit next to your ancestors and chant sutras every day, we will naturally be stronger than you in fighting!"

"That's right, we understand too little, unlike our ancestor. Although our ancestor and we are both tenth-level monsters, the six of us combined are not as good as him!"

For the next hour, Qianxu chatted with several people without saying a word, and Wang Shuo also learned some things about several senior brothers.

These people are all the most qualified among the great-grandchildren of Qianqian, and Qianxu's temper is not good. Only when they saw Wang Shuo did they become so kind. When Wang Shuo asked why there was no eighth-level monkey demon among the monkeys, Qianxu Zhi

I hesitate and don't know how to answer.

Wang Shuo probably guessed something about this.

It's still the same place, Qianxu said to go back quickly, otherwise the ancestor will punish him.

Not long after, Wang Shuo was sitting on a sedan chair eating fruit, looking at the sky that was about to darken, when Xin'er suddenly sent a voice message and asked: "Brother, where do you think the eighth-level monkey demon of the macaque tribe went?"

Wang Shuo took a deep breath: "The hesitation means that you have to think about the worst. Even if you die, you won't be hesitating, so it is possible that something has happened. And Qian Qian is from the human world, so it is very likely that he will

They killed the alchemy to improve the cultivation of the six disciples, or to break through the current realm. Apart from this, I can't think of any other reason!"

The group of people returned to the cave next to the waterfall. Lan Yusheng said: "We have to improve our cultivation, otherwise our magic power will not be able to support Zhui Feng Ling."

The rest of them lay down on the bed and prepared to rest.

Wang Shuo stood at the entrance of the cave and looked at the moonlight outside, and suddenly smiled: "That thousand-year-old guy is not a good guy!"

Qingji patted the empty seat next to him: "Wang Shuo, what are you thinking about there?"

Wang Shuo turned around and said, "Be careful tonight. If Qian Qian wants to harm us, I'll leave it to the five of you to deal with it!"

Xin'er said: "I guessed that the old man was not a good guy, but our spells will be imprisoned by his swastika, so how can we fight them?"

Wang Shuo smiled slightly: "Watch a good show, I will lend you my power!"

...

"What do you six understand about this fight?" Qian Qian asked the six of them.

The six of them sighed, and Qian Miao said: "Ancestor, why can't we defeat them at level 10? They are at level 8 or level 9. The techniques taught by our ancestors have obviously been practiced to the extreme. Why can't we reach the level of our ancestors?"

As powerful?"

The ancestor looked up at the sky: "My days are running out. Only by getting that power can I advance to become a god!"
Chapter completed!